Once I was confused, I didn't want to open it again.
What I like is never your appearance, but your inner quality.
This is true, but why do I always see another person in your eyes.
Who are you thinking about?
Flowers flying in random directions, another tragedy.
The colors are mottled, just like the intersection of black and white
Chaos intertwined, in a daze, unable to see the right and wrong of all this.
Friendly reminder; the writing may be messy, please bear with me, I am a newbie, the protagonist is probably beautiful, strong and miserable. I wish you the same good luck to yourself
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
